Yes, that's how it works at the cancer center. This time is was the Fry Doctor, and it wasn't a total ambush. I kind of figured he'd pop up either today or tomorrow because I've had a week of treatments and I'm supposed to see him once a week. Anyway, today was the day!
So I talked to his nurse, who asked questions like, "Do you feel any pain?" Um. Not really? She said she had to ask that question every time she sees me. She also has to assess whether or not I'm at risk for falling, because if I am, they're supposed to walk me in and out of the clinic. I said I didn't think I was quite that tired yet. She laughed nervously like she didn't know how to take someone being all jokey in the doctor's office. Listen, nurse, if I don't laugh, I risk crying and that gets annoying after a while.
The Fry Doctor showed me the CT scan of where the radiation is going. That was interesting. Then he asked about side effects and said I should have a stash of Immodium for the diarrhea. Oh, and I should avoid eating beans and raw fruits (except bananas). But canned fruit is okay (you know, with all the sugary syrup).
It's obvious I'm going to have to blaze my own path with this whole cancer thing. They're not ready for someone young who is concerned about things like sexual side effects. They're not ready for someone who is vegan. And you know what? That's okay. I'm going to be flexible and I'm going to do things that work for me. Don't get me wrong, I like my doctors and nurses. They've all been very caring, compassionate people. It's just frustrating that they're expecting me to be textbook. Maybe I won't be. There's no way to know that right now, and it gets me agitated when people assume things about me and my body, especially when I've known my body a lot longer than they have.
I ate an apple on the way home today. A raw one. I know, I'm such a rebel. And guess what I'm having for lunch? BEANS. Bwahahahahahahaha!